Huh. Two sets of handcuffs. Constable Roberts must have been busy.

He kept his mouth shut for fear of being snapped at again if he interrupted.

Oh shoot. He hadn't thought he would have to be this specific. "Uh... it was on the last day of school..." When was that? "Just before school started."

Wesley rose a brow and looked from the boy to the priest then back. He leaned in close, "What day was it? Last or first? And who was around who over heard. It couldn't have been just you if it happened in class."

This was getting uncomfortable real fast. James looked away before looking back at the constable, though not quite meeting his eye. "Uhm, last day of school, I said that. He said it just before class.... must 'ave been around eight. Uhm..." Shoot, who liked him well enough to confirm that narrative? Nobody. "'E told me in a whisper."

Wesley narrowed his eyes as he looked at the boy and looked back down writing things down quickly. "So you two were friends? Is that why he whispered this to you?"

Shit. "Uhm, yeah." Shit shit shit. He turned red.

Wesley nodded as he wrote more down. "Where can I find this boy? And how long have you two been friends?"

"'e lives in t' Cragg. We're not friends anymore..." Maybe he should have thought this through.

Wesley looked at the boy more curiously, he stopped writing. "And when did this happen and why?"

James was sweating by this point. "Uh... well, he started being mean to me after his dad beat Noah." Now the timeline was getting weird. Maybe he should just dash for the door.